Chasing My Pregnant Wife

A black car drove steadily on the road.

Theodore sat on the driver's seat, his hands firmly on the steering wheel as he kept his eyes on the road ahead.

Aurora sat in the front passenger seat, her seat belt buckled in. Her hands gripped uneasily over the belt as her heart raced.

She felt very nervous being in the same car as Theodore.

It was perhaps nerves from liking the man that made her so tense. She was worried over even the slightest movement that might make her look awkward and embarrass herself before him.

The silence in the air started feeling awkward. Aurora finally spoke up, breaking the silence.

"Your mother is really beautiful and your father is handsome, too. They look like a match made in heaven."

Theodore said indifferently, "They just look like it."

Aurora found Theodore's words strange.

good relationship, too? Why did

but Theodore beat her to it.

"What?"

a reason for it. Last time, I also said some nasty

I think it was good. At the very least, I know you won't string me along. Telling me directly is much better than

better than other men. You know about what happened to me before, and why

already turned

were in the wrong. Knowing your mistakes and changing makes you a good man. Everyone in this world makes mistakes. You

a smile, but a look of

past cannot be

am hard on myself or not. Anyway, my mom tells me I should treat you to a meal," Theodore said, changing the subject. "What would

it willingly. You don't need to treat me to a

at least tell me if you need help for anything, or if you have any

didn't want to owe Aurora a

a moment and said,

is it? Tell me,"